Into a Brambly Field

A valley opened before him, and at the head was a very stately white villa. Out of curiosity, i descended upon that lordly abode by coppices ferny brakes and pastures. Under the oak five or six white cows with a massive bull of the fierce old british breed. This animal resented my trespass, and shaking his head angrily as i advanced,. He came after me at a trot when half way across. Now a good soldier knows when to run no less than when to stand. So hasty was my entry that i nearly ran into a stately procession approaching down of the well kept terraces intersecting the grounds. Down went the